Moments of Horror

Note: Shane is an author of a poetry book - this poem is one of the ones in the book. -Halima

Cycles of momentary pleasures
Lead me closer to my demise;
I pursue this empty lifestyle
Trying to quiet my inner cries-
But my cries are not satisfied!

Now crumbling under the pressures
Of a world that’s so unwise,
My struggle seems futile
In a world I now despise;
Yet I cannot choose suicide!

While grasping at any measures
That my mind seems to devise,
I attempt to reconcile
This world with all its lies;
God, I’m so petrified!

Shane P
Copyright © 2010


Why I Cry at Night?

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 4:00 PM: Breaking news – Husband shoots wife killing himself at 3712??? Could that be? No way, she’s not married. Feed up was the very next words spoken. After eating at MCI-H’s favorite good old state food I returned to the dorm. Sitting back in my relax mood the evening mail call was announced E-1-A-22 you have a mail.

Well let me see who loves me today. A note, photo and my monthly allowance awited me:

Hey brother
Happy Valentine’s Day (smiley face)
Just giving you a love
Shoot out. Take care, all is well, see you soon.

Much love
Sis

My soul and spirit are now relaxed my baby is fine.

Thursday morning February 19th, 2009 6 am H-1 Rec Hall waiting to enter the kitchen. Morning news report recap husband shoots wife kills himself at 3712??? What street did he say I asked? I didn’t catch it the voice called back. My sister lives in that area and her address is the same I said. Stop tripping you just heard from her last night (I had to remind myself) relax and enjoy your breakfast.

My soul is dancing like crazy something isn’t right with my spirit. After returning to the dorm I immediately went to the phone and preceded to dial ***-***-**** no answer. Well she gets off at 7:30 I’ll call later.

At 12 noon I decided to call no answer, well my baby is resting. Let me call Jean I’ve told her on more than one occasion she needs someone to stay there with her. She’s getting old and having major health problems, which resulted in her being hospitalized for a couple of days. I’m going to let her have a piece of my mind this time. Hello? – Women I’ve told you – Wayne – Shelle was killed yesterday what? A moment of shock or disbelief I can’t tell. Jean call Dot for me I asked? Her medication prevented her from calling. I’ll talk to you later Jean I must speak with Dot. I called Dot to only hear – your baby is gone – no hello --- how are you doing --- just --- your baby is gone!

At that moment my thoughts and heart went out to the Jenkins family was this the pain, hurt and sorrow they felt when they got the call. Is this the reason why I cry at night?

In memory of N.A.S
October 26, 1968 – February 18, 2009

Wayne B.B
Copyright © 2010

Jayonce [Jay + Beyonce and combination of their songs - this is funny!]

Excuse me Miss, I think I’ve seen you before

Is it De Ja Vu?

I’m looking for a Bonnie to my Clyde, are you?

Looking for a Soldier too?

I like girls, girls, girls I’m going to keep it real

If we’re crazy in love I’ll pay your bills, bills, bills

I’m not the bug-a-boo type I’ll let you live you see

I’ll give it to you it you’ll cater to me

I’ll never go through your videophone & check your text

But the minute you start telling me you’re irreplaceable

I’m on the next

I want to upgrade you & buy you girl’s best friend

You’re my sunshine & we ride to the very end

I am a survivor, a renegade, with no regrets

I will never change, even when I lose my breath

Whenever you want to talk I am willing to listen

I really want to know you I am on a mission

When you are not in my presence I want to shout

I am going to miss you & that’s the truth

Reasonable doubt!



Abdul Haleem aka Desmond

Copyright © 2010

Untitled

How can some women hear your plight then come to your aid and assist you in your fight; not caring if you are wrong or right, but dedicating their self by day and by night.

Who are these women with hearts like a preacher our sisters our nieces our Mother Therese.

When heaven sent them as angels in our midst every day is like Christmas and we have no greater gift?

What can be done for these women to repay; how they have touched our lives like flowers in May;

May God keep them safe and in our hearts we pray, honor them with a special holiday.

 Dedicated to:

Halima

Sarah

Yamu

Kris

Farid [not a woman lol]

Anna



Darrly M.G.B

Copyright © 2010

The Day I Smiled

Yesterday was different day for me – I actually got to SMILE!
Just being around people that I haven’t been around in a while
These people seem so genuine, like they really felt my pain
Like the world I live in and the world they live in – are basically the same….
Did I tell you that I missed, both inside and out
Ever sense yesterday – that’s all I have talked about
If you were to have smiled like I smiled – you could relate
Because that expression – is not often on my face
Me smiling to you – might seem like something smile
But I smiled yesterday – because of yall

HoseaW 40
Copyright © 2010


Well-tempered friendship

The fires of loneliness

Once filled my life with much distress
And constantly they did suppress
My ever chance at happiness
And truth, I lost all zest for life
And every day was filled with strife
Until, that is the day you came to this place
With tenderness you gace to me
The strength to set my spirit free
And then you showed me lovingly
How wonderful life could be
As our new friendship grow
A joyous feeling will ensure
That our friendship will not repress
Life’s tribulations will not suppress
This well-tempered friendship which we possess
Poured in the fires of this place 

Steven W
Copyright © 2010

It’s been fun

Well as you may notice I don’t really say much
But I want you to know I enjoyed your company and such
It took a lot for you to come and give us your time
You looked at us like people and not just someone who committed crime
I don’t really know you but I am happy to say
That I am glad you decided to give us the time of the day
To show that just because we’re here we are people too
I just wish in this world there were more people like you
Words can’t explain what you have inspired in me
The countless ways you have set my mind free
Thanks for your time and the things you have done
It has been a short journey but it has truly been fun

Qawiyy aka Robert W
Copyright © 2010

I’m me

I’m Vincent

I’m Cash

I’m Abdul Haqq

I’m Muslim

A striver of righteousness

A giver of charity

A student of knowledge

A teacher of truth

A striver for perfection

I’m honest

I’m strong

I’m single

I’m 40

A drug user turned clean

A crook turned straight

A boy turned man

I’m me

Abdul Haqq

Copyright © 2010

My anger

When I have yelled in anger
My face turns a blazing red
I have always said something
That I would wish I hadn’t said
When I have lost my temper
I have lost all reason too
I am not proud of nothing
That I angrily do
In my anger I have never done
A good deed or its wise
But things which I know I should apologize
As I look back across my life
All of the thing that I have lost or made
It’s hard to recall anytime
When my anger ever paid

John B
Copyright © 2010


The path of knowledge

A man who remembers the things that he
Shall receive in this world to come
Desiring them with a lover’s passion and Holy mind
But anyone who misses this path will find himself always in trouble
Many have already attempted to rise above the world but their minds are still firmly fixed on it
Knowledge which is to comprehend the reality of something as it truly is certainty
Knowledge is the best thing to act upon.

Tyron R
Copyright © 2010

Nothing else…

Note: Shane is an author of a poetry book - this poem is one of the ones in the book. -Halima

The brightness of your smile
Makes the darkness of my past
Vanish.
All I see is you
My ideal figure of perfection.
How could I be aware of anything else?
When before me stands
My everything…?
Falling deeper into your eyes
I see…
My everything
I see my happiness and laughter
My peace and joy
My completeness and
And my love…
With you standing before me
Nothing else exists…but love.

Shane P
Copyright © 2010

Reflection

Note: I have yet to come across any poem/piece/prose as powerful as this one - I know, fully, understand when people say "this or that thing was life changing." Thank you for sharing this poem, Diata! - halima

I am the product of my environment

More correctly, I am the product of my era in time

An era that’s 142 years past slavery

50 some odd years from Jim Crowism

And 31 years removed from the days

Of civil rights upheaval

I am an Afrikan

In an European matrix

I am ironically, the breathing testament to

A future normalcy that’s propositioned for…

I am the conflicting spirit of a victory won

Yet the destitute trapping of a generation lost

I am the reflection of a perfect love and a perfect hate

I seen the induction of the C.I.A & F.B.I

Systematically implant crack cocaine as subversive tool

To dwindle the revolutionary flame of the 60s

So I ask have I ever seen love?

I am the generation that first seen the “so called”

Affirmative action laws, which were supposed to have spawned the manifestation of “equal opportunity” in workplace and equal housing.

So should I ask, do I know love?

I am amongst a generation that leads in every major category that favors, and is high on, death.

So must I ask, is it possible for me to know love?

Remember we are just

Reflecting on a perfect love and perfect hate

How can you have morals and values when you are desperate?

How can righteousness be present when death and despair is so imminent?

How can they expect for love to exist, in a vast mass of conflicting emptiness?

Is love prejudice, and only accessible to those who can afford it?

Or is love the rock of those oppressed to lean on so they can maintain and hold on to their sanity and humanity?

Is love perfect and exact?

Or is it a faulty measurement and credit to God’s creative act?

Can I pick and choose who I love, must it be all embracive?

Is love a single characteristic

Or can it have multiple faces

As faces change in and out our relationships?

How can I love and still be so quick to kill?

Reflections of perfect love and hate

I heard a wise old man say

That the creative force talks to the heart and through the power of thought…

Well then if this is true

Then love is the vehicle that transmits the universal energy of man…to man..through

But not just any man

Not the man who’s divulgent in the panoramic scheme

Of man’s exploitation of man

Not the man absent of comprehension life’s cycle in land

Not the man void of obligations to another man free in hand

Not the man who oozes from goose pimples chasing after breastless firls in perverse skirts

Not the man who breathless skeleton treasures the heaven sent devil’s tongue

You know him, the man whose deceptive words carry heart thrilled prasising songs all throughout the four (4) corners causing massive burial zones

Love can’t be for the man, whose first taste of life was cradled in the smoke filled of a crack pipe

Reflection

Love can’t possibly know, the man who likes to touch his step-daughter secretly at night while she’s whispering the Lord’s Prayer

Reflections…

I wonder if love ever known those countless baby bones scattered throughout the floor of the Atlantic Ocean, because that slave destined mother didn’t want hate to overwhelm her loves life

Reflections

I bet you they loved the begging squeal of that pleading nigger bragging from the back of that pickup truck

A perfect love and perfect hate

Reflection

I once visualized love one night over harden

Erection and lustful wet dreams of me beating

The shit out of that judge who sentenced me

Reflections

They say its three (3) types of men in this world

Well, I must have been the fool, because the same wise old man taught me – twice

He said if the creator is spirit

And man is made flesh, then love must sleep with soul on the plane first made manifest

Reflections

Retrospection showed me that I was a slave

Introspection brought to the realm of being re-made…

So like a new born, I take a slap from reality

That awakens me to breath…

Wiping away the fetus membrane, I begin to see a new image

One that’s no longer tainted by pictures

Of beautiful women given lustful thoughts

Or having a hustler’s dreams, trying to make a robbers buck

But now, I see, a positive ways

Knocking down barriers in a hell-like maze

Love is neither helpless nor substance less

But resides on a thin line of ethereal thoughts

Penetrating the psyche of a man who has fought through force-fields of ignorance and heartache

Swiped through myriads of obstacles and stumbling blocks

To arrive at the pinnacles of the creator’s throne

Not any fictitious ottomans in galaxies space less space

But rather the seat of man’s domain

Existing inside the physiological composition

Of conductive activity that arrives you at the cognitive realization that love is UNDERSTANDING

Can’t you finally see

Your reflection

Love is height of understanding

Love is when you no longer under but overstand

Life and reality and your direct correlation in it

Love is that energy and motion vocatively combusting

Within you so that you can do nothing but feel it

But it’s more

Love is conscious awareness

Aware enough to know that you must consciously embody the righteous principles of life as they culminatively co-exist synchrinizedly

To produce, cultivate, nurture and perpetuate

What?

Life!

Life as the multitude of lessons which constitute one lessons

Love

Reflections

Love is immaculate with much splendor

Suspended in a vortex of blocked perceptions

Love is explicitly clear

Transparent to the eye

But yet so easy to see

Reflections

Love is perplexing to those restricted to just their five (5) tentacle-like senses…

But truly, spiritually enthralling to the few

Who allow their cognitive minds?

To absorb it’s heart-shattering

Truth

Love is as love does

Because you see you do

As far as your conscious overstanding

Of life, reality, existing

Allows you to do

So, in the end all you really have to do is reflect and you

Will now

Love

Reflections

Diata

Copyright © 2010

The Creator

On those days when light is overwhelming every corner of my life, my earth, my time and my mind.
          Every aspect of my existence becomes clear – without despair, without fear.
          I am here to be the Lord, the Governor, the God and King to bring harmony, rule and order to this thing.
          The heavens and the earth; the solar system; the galaxy, the universe must submit in order to survive and prosper in it.
          Eternity is mine in endless space a paradise where time and boredom has no meaning in this place.
          I see all, I hear everything. I’m everywhere and I know all things; I issue a command and the angels sings.

Darrly M.G.B
Copyright © 2010

“YOUNG-BLACK-AND JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK”

   How is it that “his” condition was never his decision? Yet, “his” decision to morph “his” condition was placed in the realm of unjust obstacles posed by corruptive mentalities, thriving beneath the shadows of justice. Well, what “they” consider justice; what “they” consider freedom; what “they” define as equality must be an understanding manipulated by the core of immoral, foreign substance diluting every principle uplifting humanity. It’s a shame that every step taken on a righteous path, striving for a life of serenity, is shoved off balance by the force of disruptive will.

           

Young: Responsible for a crime before you’re even considered mature enough to consume alcohol. Fifteen (15) to nineteen (19) years old swallowed by the penal system, provided with a cardboard box full of state fabric and a promise that freedom will not exist for at least the next ten (10) to twenty (20) years of your life. No instruction, no guidance, no help. Just instincts developed from the scorching concrete of survival. And to top that off, a consubstantial blame is tossed upon your character because you will leave prison the same way you came in – with a cardboard box and a promise that freedom doesn’t exist. And “they” wonder why he “just doesn’t give a fuck.”

           

Imagine life in the eyes of a child whose only concern is to provide food, clothing, and shelter for his family and himself. Imagine life through the mind of a child who has seen reality posed naked, when his world was supposed to be envisioned from the elements of his imagination. Instead, his only dream is survival by any means necessary. What is there to care about when it feels like no one else cares?

           

Consider this: You’re born into poverty. Everything that most people, in your society, take for granted is essential in your life. The circumstances that “they” seem to misunderstand has been the struggle that you’ve been living. This confusion of your life has impelled “them” to retract the hand you’ve been reaching for. So, what do you do? Do you continue to search for some form of assistance, hoping there is still a fragment of chance left in humanity? Or, do you do what you have to do in order to survive in a society refusing to acknowledge your existence?

             

Of course, it might be wise to choose the latter. Otherwise, you abandon your destiny to the possession of someone who, apparently, doesn’t have your best interest at heart. Insanity would have to envelope your mind before you can allow such a destructive act to occur. In order to truly understand this, you have to become completely conscious of the political realm fueled by sadistic capitalism – yea it’s all about money! And when you derive from an environment where the abundance of monetary wealth is rare, subsequently, the expectations of your success is extremely limited. No one expects you to make it out of the bowels of suppression; no one believes that you will ever escape a maze of contradictions and overzealous simplicities. As crazy as it sounds, it makes perfect sense.

           

“Education is the capacity to overcome obstacles posed by life” (Ernesto “Che” Guevara.)  In order for a ruling class to sustain the prowess of its current position, there has to be a, purposely, less educated, inferior class established in their social system. Life is a duality and one cannot exist without the other.  Say, for instance, everyone did make it out of the “hood,” what would distinguish bourgeoisie from proletarian? Where would we draw the line between “us” and “them”? Who will have the influence of governance over the land? Who would have the power?

           

So, when you consider “him” to be a menace to society, you are absolutely right. The foundation of “his” society has been groomed, tragically, by the deceptive ingredients produced by man. Realize that the blood of “his” ancestors boils within “his” veins. “His” DNA has absorbed the essence of resistance. Conformity towards righteousness is the war within “his” soul. Battles between peer pressure and individuality; intelligence and instincts; necessities and desires are fought with the inclination of self-improvement and self-awareness amongst sincerity. Now that “he” has become politically conscious to the magnitude of his condition, “he” has become the sagacious enmity that “they” fear.

           

So, don’t criticize him because he’s “Young.” Don’t discourage him because he’s “Black.” Understand that he “JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK,” behind the mere fact that you will blame “him” because he’s “Right.”

“Now that I’m grown, I got my mind on being something. Don’t want to be another statistic out here doing nothing… “Tupac A. Shakur

RAP

Copyright © 2010

A Breath From Heaven (My Angels)

Welcome back to what?

A cost containment day what the f___

Yeah I thought you would agree

Yet My Angels took the time to set me free

For a few hours (at least) A Breath from Heaven, this has to be!

To be or not to be that is the question?

Well, I guess I’ll be

Being me it’s hard as hell you see

Caring the spirit de corps of Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha & Confucius, man its difficult at times

Being the God-Man of today, is one hell of a fine

Living in a corrupt system that says you’re guilty as sin

Daring you to rise again

But like the phoenix from the ashes “here I go again”

The beat goes on because the beat is strong

Elevating my thoughts, increasing my soul 32 years later now the truth can be told

Allah is great, Allah is good sending these beautiful Angels (Kris, Yamu, Halima & Anna) so I will know

A breath from Heaven, yeah that’s cool…

Wayne B.B
Copyright © 2010

I am Africa

 

I am Africa and Africa is me
From the structure of my anatomy
To the woolliness of my locks
Representin’

The greatness of my genealogy
Thus, I am the progenitor
Yes! I am the progenitor
The origin of man I am…
A spiritual bein’ on a human journey
Evolvin’ on the wings of hope
Helping other people elevate

I am the Medu Netcher
The ingenuity of pyramids
I am the passion
The vital force
And
The destiny of people
I am Africa and Africa is me

I’ve walked the sands of Ancient Kush
Been thru the victorious battles
With the Zulu Klan
Rode on ever elephant back while
Takin’ charge with
Hannible
“The ultimate warrior”

I am the greatest
As Muhammed Ali
I am legendary
As the Shank of Egypt
You can hear my roar
Rullin’ the animal kingdom
Yes!
I am Africa and Africa is me

See, I am the soul of every
King, Queen, Inventor
Ever philosopher who discourse astronomy
By the harmony of nature

I am ever Slave, Ever Warrior
Of the African Ancestry
A Champion I am
So I be
The embodiment
Of Africa Richest treasures
This is I
I is we
The people of African Greatness
I am Africa and Africa is me!

Sean H.B
Copyright © 2010

A connection

When ya’ll first came here, I never knew how deep a female friend could be
Until I meet these women who came with a goal and plan
A plan to teach
A plan to learn
A goal to care
A goal to understand
To make us see life is hard, but it is ok to be a man
A man is a person who connects with himself and other with deep circumstances
Forget what the judge or society says
Ya’ll made us believer in second chances
I made a choice to take a change
From a negative to positive and the results are good
Fuck what you heard homey all of ya’ll are welcome in my hood!

Man-Man
Copyright © 2010

What is poetry?

It’s every color that you can imagine
Put together in an unordered fashion
Putting mix max colors of disarray
Crazy…
Out of this world
Dyn-a-mite  
Like two different souls vibrating
At the same level
Like negative and positive
Infused and diluted
All comes together
Just like oppression
Suppression
Regression
That all mean the same thing
Like history from the past
That has that special ring
Like night and day
Day and night
Against the faint blue skies
And darken lights
It’s like spring and fall
Transforming with the rays
Of sunshine
The equation going hand in hand
Poetry to me is going back and forth
Inside the maze of a rubric cube
Extracting every elements of its array

Lil BIG Marcus
Copyright © 2010

Pain

Is it physical?
Is it mental?
What is pain?
Why does it feel so bad?
Where does it come from?
How do you get rid of it?
Can you
Or does it stay forever
There be different types
Some make you bleed
Some make you cry
Some you can feel
Some you can not
Some lasts forever
Some only lasts a few second
What is pain?
Is it just a word?
Some believe
You must know it to live
Some prefer to live without it
I have suffered lots of pain
I think I know what it is
It’s the opposite of happy
The opposite of good
It comes from nowhere
I have fought pain
I have won
If it comes back
I will be ready for this pain

Qawiyy aka Robert W
Copyright © 2010

"Qawiyy" is an Islamic name which means strong and powerful...I didn't know the meaning of it and just looked it up and thought it was an interesting especially with the theme of this poem and the way this brother ended it.

Love in The Manifest

It is the nature of love to give of itself. But love cannot manifest until its way has been prepared.
Yeah, that’s right in order for love to be fulfilled; it has to have someone to love.

No one live unto themselves for every living thing is bound by cords to every other living thing.
Love in the manifest that came to fruition July 20, 2010.
You see, you cannot love without giving.
When you love, you give.
It’s automatic. When you love in the manifest you give from the heart.
You allow you to be you.
Yeah, Love in the Manifest is YOU!

Dedicated to Nick, Kris, Anna, Yamu, and Halima

May Allah (God) bless you and keep you safe Hotep!

Wayne B.B
Copyright © 2010


Birmingham Alabama

Note: This poem is about our first book discussion The Watsons Go to Birmingham, 1963 by author Christopher Paul Curtis...This book was written from a child's perspective and it basically explored the racial hatred of that era...The four names mentioned in this poem are four little girls who were murdered simply because of their skin color.

It was a warm there in Birmingham Alabama

The sites were like that of a Panorama

The Watson’s went there on a trip

Because their oldest was too cool and hip

While they were there something bad took place

All because someone didn’t like a certain race

Four little girls were murdered that day

In a little church where they went to pray

Addie, Denise, Carole and Cynthia are now in God’s hands,

We shouldn’t have had this happen in our land

I know how it feels like to lose a child you love

To let them go, to their home above

What you feel really never goes away

The hurt, sadness and anger in your mind to stay

I hope we’ve learned from this tragedy

And we never repeat such stupidity



John B

Copyright © 2010

Dad

Dad....

For years I have been wondering how to forgive my dad, after hearing Black Ice this is what I have…

I am tryna find a way to forgive this guy, 
whom I hated for years but don’t know why, 
he missed my bills, 
he missed  me crawl, 
he missed me walk, 
he even missed me talk,
minutes turned to months then months into years flow still I am wondering where is this guy, 
no knowledge of him not even his name, 
all mom would say “son, he abandon you the day you came, so as a kid i didn’t care, but now I am older my vision is clear, because his abandonment wasn’t his choice 
I learned it was by force
So many questions damn 
I am gonna need to answers
I know I can’t hate him for life all awhile
I will just be hurting myself, growing into this man without dad was hard
And no matter what then I see him
Imma let him know the love is still there
Just wanted my dad to care

Tavon W.B

Copyright © 2010

I understand

Shorty I understand why you do the things you do
Love is an ill game and I can feel your pain
I can tell when I look into your eyes
That you fell for too many lines
That you hear too many times
You want the fairytale life
Like Cinderella and Snow White
But instead
Brothers play with your head
Now you’re scared to put your heart back in
The game of love afraid of what may happen
Out of nowhere you are caught up again
Old feelings are being brought up again
Heart thumping
You think you might love him
Feeling him
It is your brown M&M
Chocolate through out
But you still have doubt
Afraid to trust him
Find yourself fussing
Asking him
Where he’s been
Won’t let him breath
Don’t know he wants to leave
Shorty, I definitely understand
But there is such thing as good man
And he loves you
 

Wakeel

Copyright © 2010

My Purpose

note: one of the things we noticed in the prison was the bond between the younger men and the older guys...Steven was one of the elder gentlemen and he was just phenomenal like the rest of the elder men in terms of empowering the younger guys and helping them cope with their situations and advising them not to fall into the gang violence and such*Halima

My purpose is to open eyes that are blind

To free captives from prison

And release from the dangerous

Those who sit in the darkness

It doesn’t matter where I come from

It doesn’t matter what damage was done

We’re on a journey, our goal is the same

I used to think freedom meant running away

Love was a feeling that never would stay

I searched my whole life, but never found a big enough shoulder to muffle the sound

So cry if you need to, it might do you do.

Some never make it, some never try, some try and fake it, some barely get by.

Survival is easy; it is living that’s hard

It takes lots of courage to by who are you, so do what you love, not what they say you should.

Please be persistent about changing your life

Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence; talents will not,

nothing is more common than unsuccessful men and women with talent

Education alone will not, the world is full of educated derelicts

Life is hard

Life can be impossible

Life is a struggle

We may not get all we pay for in life

But we certainly must pay for all we get

I leave you with this message for the next group that comes along, take my advice

Be recycled and reborn

Chances is a new beginning

A road that’s never ending

Go Home…take care of your kids

Be free

That’s your purpose

Steven W

Copyright © 2010

Civilized

They ask me to be civilized
But I see-evil-liez
Is it me in fact
Or am I really blinded

I stress the truth in live
To express the truth in side
Is that not civilized?

Cuz I see evil liez
With all the clouds of pain
In tears I shade like that rain
I handle my head
Through the games
The civilize they claim

Cee Cee
Copyright © 2010

Forever or just for a moment

Forever or just for a moment
I’ll call you later or see ya this evening
A pause in life for us all to grow
Only time can tell, from what I know

Goodbye could mean, here we end
Or wait until next season
Do we end right here
Or die for a reason

Time in between, God will intervene
Touch your mind, remember the lost
That was goodbye
Emotional connected so you cry

So tell me is goodbye hold on
Till things get right
Or is goodbye a thief in the night

-goodbye-

Stanley B

Copyright © 2010